Post by Annalise Thergo on Apr 10, 2020 18:06:37 GMT -5
Life in the city was difficult.
Instead of waking up to Faust shaking her shoulder or the sound of something in nature alerting her out of her slumber, she awoke to vehicles, honking horns, or loud conversations. The air here had all manner of scents, foul and pleasant, instead of consistent cleanliness the world outside of the city offered. People here came from different paths in life. Some saw the horror that was New York, some were blissfully unaware, and others simply were...here. At least there was variety to be found in cuisine--she grew tired of squirrels.
Annalise locked her van up, checked the door, pocketed her hands, and entered The Crowbar for a drink. Her last temp job was done, some light work on a construction site--nothing fancy--and it was time to relax before finding her next line of work. It was later in the day and busy enough to slow service for new arrivals but it didn't matter to her. Service came when service came. In the interim, she found a place to sit where she could watch the doors and have her back against the wall.
For once, she did not have earbuds playing Lovecraft's works on repeat. Annalise wanted to keep her ears open for a keyword: B.O.W.s. What were people saying about them? What was the general opinion? Annalise had tuned out conversations for a long time, but ever since Legatus' startling broadcast on television, she found herself tuning in. At bars, drinks flowed freely, and with it, loose lips on opinions. A waiter came over and she ordered a beer and the cheapest burger on the menu.
After the waiter left, Annalise tilted her head back, looked at the ceiling, and audibly sighed. What am I doing here? What's the point? Other than to get mildly buzzed and enjoy dinner, it most likely would not accomplish much. Annalise did not know where to begin helping B.O.W.s. Take a public stand? Find B.O.W.s and try to help them?
Don't be a hero.
Annalise snorted when she heard Faust's voice in her head warning her time and time again to not go out of her way to help people. The woman tapped her fingers against the table and shifted her eyes between the doors to watch people come and go. Wasn't much of a hero to begin with, dad.
Instead of waking up to Faust shaking her shoulder or the sound of something in nature alerting her out of her slumber, she awoke to vehicles, honking horns, or loud conversations. The air here had all manner of scents, foul and pleasant, instead of consistent cleanliness the world outside of the city offered. People here came from different paths in life. Some saw the horror that was New York, some were blissfully unaware, and others simply were...here. At least there was variety to be found in cuisine--she grew tired of squirrels.
Annalise locked her van up, checked the door, pocketed her hands, and entered The Crowbar for a drink. Her last temp job was done, some light work on a construction site--nothing fancy--and it was time to relax before finding her next line of work. It was later in the day and busy enough to slow service for new arrivals but it didn't matter to her. Service came when service came. In the interim, she found a place to sit where she could watch the doors and have her back against the wall.
For once, she did not have earbuds playing Lovecraft's works on repeat. Annalise wanted to keep her ears open for a keyword: B.O.W.s. What were people saying about them? What was the general opinion? Annalise had tuned out conversations for a long time, but ever since Legatus' startling broadcast on television, she found herself tuning in. At bars, drinks flowed freely, and with it, loose lips on opinions. A waiter came over and she ordered a beer and the cheapest burger on the menu.
After the waiter left, Annalise tilted her head back, looked at the ceiling, and audibly sighed. What am I doing here? What's the point? Other than to get mildly buzzed and enjoy dinner, it most likely would not accomplish much. Annalise did not know where to begin helping B.O.W.s. Take a public stand? Find B.O.W.s and try to help them?
Don't be a hero.
Annalise snorted when she heard Faust's voice in her head warning her time and time again to not go out of her way to help people. The woman tapped her fingers against the table and shifted her eyes between the doors to watch people come and go. Wasn't much of a hero to begin with, dad.